Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Vanuatu and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bizarre Inc. to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slackers,
The Smoke,
Ronan,
Nils Olav,
Throbbing Gristle,
New York Dolls,
Kayak,
Excepter,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Misunderstood,
Roxette,
Erasure,
Danielle Patucci,
Main Source,
London Community Gospel Choir,
World's Most,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Alice Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Black Bananas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Style,
Barrington Levy,
The Cowsills,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The United States of America,
June of 44,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Pus,
The Pretty Things,
the Germs,
Sällskapet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faust,
Loose Ends,
Black Sheep,
Babytalk,
Marvin Gaye,
These Immortal Souls,
Outsiders,
Cecil Taylor,
Parry Music,
Matthew Bourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fuzztones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thompson Twins,
Lucky Dragons,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Easy Going,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.